Your true callingDecember 21, 2016
Smashing into intuitionDecember 23, 2016
As we get closer to Christmas Day, I move between two states. One. Oh my, I have so much to do and those tasks loom overhead threatening to crush me. And two. Oh, it’s fine, it will all get done, it’s not that bad. We all have had these moments when a task feels larger than life, too big to accomplish and we make it even bigger by thinking and over-thinking about it. Then somehow the light shifts and changes our perspective and all of a sudden we grow in stature, determination and efficiency and like that, all is well. My wish for you is that you find yourself in the latter mindset more than the former. Wallace Stevens writes this much better than I with his poem, A Rabbit as King of the Ghost.
A Rabbit as King of the Ghosts
The difficulty to think at the end of day,
When the shapeless shadow covers the sun
And nothing is left except light on your fur
And August the most peaceful month.
The cat forgotten in the moon;
And nothing need be explained;
No matter. The grass is full
A self that touches all edges,
And there you are humped high, humped up,